The Coward Novels & Stories

"Don't think that just because you're back, there's a place for you in this house." He tilted his chin so high it looked like it could pierce the ceiling. "You're nothing but a countryside bastard. Trash that doesn't belong on any stage. No matter how expensive the watch you wear, it won't cover up that stench of poverty on you!" I didn't dare speak. My fists clenched at my sides, then slowly loosened again. Damn it. My cowardice was acting up again. Seeing me like that only made him laugh harder. "I've lived this long, and no one's ever dared to go against me! Take a good look—this watch's fate is your fate!"

"My father came out into the yard, unarmed! He wasn't afraid to face you! He gave his life to protect me! And like the coward that you are, you gunned him down like a dog!" Drake smiled, then ran the knife along the side of my cheek as a sneer lit his lips. "That may be well and good, Star, but who won in the end?" "You're a coward!" I yelled into his face. "And nothing's changed! Look at you now! The only way you could defeat me was to render me helpless! You don't even have the courage to fight me like a man! No, instead, you'd rather attack me when I'm down ... literally! You were a coward then, and you're still a coward now!"

Ivan yelled out as he looked angrily at Dominic who dropped his wine and walked over to him. “Isn't that what I have been doing for years, facing you?, while you hide behind anything you can find scheming against me and yet you call me a coward”he snapped at ivan, Ivan was aware of his own truth; he was not like his cousin Dominic, who was bold and unafraid. Ivan preferred to stay in the background rather than confront challenges head-on. He had taken Classira and kept her hidden from Dominic for an entire year, relishing in Dominic's suffering and anguish. He had never faced Dominic directly, choosing instead to act like a coward. Deep down, Ivan recognized this reality but was unwilling to

he asked, as though I were the one overreacting. “I didn’t want her dead!” I yelled, my fists clenched at my sides. “Why did you go against my words? Why did you kill her?” Von’s eyes narrowed, his golden gaze locking onto mine. “Because you’re a coward,” he said bluntly. “And cowards need brave people around them to do what they can’t.” His words hit me like a slap, my breath hitching as his cruel honesty sank in. “I’m not a coward,” I shot back. “And you’re not brave. You’re just a monster who doesn’t know when to stop!”

"You are not a hero but a coward." I just needed to press my feet tighter on his arms until I saw him screaming in pain. I cleared my throat. “I would never be a coward when what I do is to protect my people, to protect all of my race. You are the cowards here! You guys are doing sneaky ways to evolve.” “That was ingenious,” interjected the leader of the hybrids. "So do I," I growled. “When I found out you were evolving too fast and it was hard for us to beat, I had to use the same method as you. If I am a coward, then you guys are even more than cowards.”

The Ghost-me finally speaks, her voice barely a whisper: "You all fought. I... I just let it happen. Watched it all burn from the shadows, did nothing, saved no one. I'm the coward who lived by being irrelevant." The words hang in the air like an indictment, and I see my own deepest fears reflected in her hollow eyes. The Coward-me is hyperventilating now, her hands shaking as she backs away from the group. "This is insane—we can't kill each other, we're all the same person! There has to be another way, there has to be—" But the Villain-me's laugh cuts her off like a blade. "Oh, sweet little terrified thing, still believing in h

“You really want to know? Fine. You’re a coward, Dante. You’ve always been a coward. You talk a big game, but when it comes down to it, you don’t fight for what matters. You didn’t fight for Aria when you had the chance, and now you’re trying to control her like it’ll somehow make up for the fact that you’re too scared to make her yours.” My heart pounded in my chest, the words slamming into me with the force of a freight train. I felt like the ground was slipping out from under me, like I couldn’t breathe. Me? A coward? “Are you seriously calling me a coward?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, a growl rising from deep within my chest. “Me? The Alpha? Your Alpha?!!”

“I… I ran…” Grace clutched my hand. “Tell us what happened.” The warrior shut his eyes for a moment, face pinching with anguish before he smoothed it over and composed himself. Looking between us, he whispered, “There were too many… They had so many horrible weapons… I’m a coward.” “Just tell us!” I spat out, perhaps more harshly than I intended. The crowd around us was silent, waiting. We all knew that sort of answer the warrior was holding onto.

“If you loved me, you would have fought for me before I ran.” He closed his eyes as if the room had gone too bright. Her hand slid away. When his lids lifted again, the silver there had gone soft at the center, like metal gone hot. “I was a coward,” he said simply. “Not on the battlefield. In my own house. In my own skin.” His mouth twisted into something that was not a smile. “I know what I am when I bare my teeth. I didn’t know what I was when I lowered them.”

You see I didn't underestimate you but I was still disappointed to know that your back is doing awfully in this war because of you and there is no way you guys are going to win with the kind of attitude of yours as a leader backing out at the last minute proof that you are a coward. you know for people like you deserve nothing more than that like death and nothing I mean nothing would avert the death on you right now so what will make you send someone to me to kill me just because I did not your foolish and immature war predicts so you think when I said I don't want to fight or what I didn't know what I was doing or I was trying to avoid you I was scared of your what was your mind driving yo